MTL - The Old Gods Are Whispering-Chapter 29 Myth Armament, Blood of the Ancient God

  Chapter 29 Myth Armament, Blood of the Ancient God

  The ruined cafeteria was shaking violently.

  The identities of the hunter and the prey were switched, and the walls were smashed down, accompanied by broken roars.

  Boom!

   Punch!

  The reinforced concrete wall was suddenly smashed through, the deformed spider was crushed by a punch, and blood spurted out!

  Gu Jianlin shook his hand, and the bone made a creepy sound.

  The ancient and savage power gushed out of his body, almost breaking his body.

  No matter the body or soul, or even the level of life, there is a soaring evolution, and the ultimate power is unlocked and released with a roar.

  After he completed the ancient deification, the highly deformed fallen people were no longer a threat to him.

  Personality is very different.

  Boom!

  The ground collapsed suddenly, and the clown was kicked into the ruins, his head was trampled, and he couldn't move.

  After the deification of Gu Jianlin, Gu Jianlin was able to trample on this deformed monster with just a random kick, completely suppressing it.

  When he exerted a little force on his right foot, he heard the terrifying sound of bones breaking.

  The clown screamed in pain, and blood flowed from his forehead.

  He was firmly pressed against the wall, unable to see the person behind him.

   It was just a glimpse just now, but that terrifying posture seemed to be branded deep in the soul.

  Especially those burning golden pupils, the majesty emanating from them almost crushed his soul!

  Great panic exploded in the clown's heart. This is a seventeen-year-old boy. He is clearly a member of the Qilin clan who has the power of an ancient god. With such a noble and majestic posture, he is simply a god!

  He couldn't tell whether it was an ancient **** or a **** servant, but no matter what it was, it was far above him.

  The huge desire to survive erupted, and the madness engraved in the clown's genes made him make a final struggle.

  The requiem bell suspended in mid-air burst out with a final bang.

  Gu Jianlin heard the roar of an ancient bell, but it didn't cause the slightest impact, like a boring noise.

  He raised his hand and held the quaint black bell.

  Unexpectedly, the requiem bell vibrated violently as if it had life.

  Mythical weapons, super ancient products, they seem to have self-awareness, obeying the spirituality of their masters.

   Moreover, this is only its primary liberation state, not a real gesture at all.

  Just relying on instinct, he held the right hand of the Requiem Bell and injected his own spirituality.

  At this moment, there are two spirits in the requiem bell.

  One is from Gu Jianlin, and the other is from Joker.

   Two spiritual collisions, naturally the strong will survive, and the weak will be wiped out!

  In an instant, the roar of the requiem bell disappeared, like a dead object.

   At this moment, the clown under his feet screamed again.

  Because his spiritual brand was forcibly erased, the pain was like his soul being cut.

   No less than a torture.

  He never imagined that his own mythical weapon would be deprived of it so easily!

  Pfft!

  While the clown screamed shrilly, spider webs spewed out from the severely deformed body. The sharp spider silk cut the boy's body, but there was a piercing rubbing sound, and sparks flew out.

  Gu Jian didn't even dodge. With his unicorn body strength, he wouldn't be afraid of this level of attack at all.

  His right foot exerted strength again!

   Click!

   That was the sound of bones breaking.

  The clown cried out in pain, his skull was crushed and broken, and he couldn't help howling hysterically.

  The remaining jointed limbs swayed wildly, but in vain.

  When the identities of the hunter and the prey are switched, the huge gap in strength makes people desperate!

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, looked down at the dying monster at his feet, and said indifferently: "Listen, if Gu Ci'an killed you, then he did the right thing. You are welcome to seek revenge at any time. The premise is that you want to kill me." Affordable."

  His left hand suddenly lit up with a blazing golden flame like the sun.

  The fire of the **** sacrifice!

   It is still the dual spiritual combustion of humans and ancient gods.

  Under the blessing of ancient deification, the ability seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

   Compared with before, it seems like the gap between fireflies and the scorching sun!

   "How is this possible? What exactly did Gu Ci'an leave for you! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

  The clown felt the divine power contained in the fire of the sacrificial offering, and his psychological defense completely collapsed. He shouted hysterically: "You actually have such power, you dare to touch this power, you are crazy! You are crazy!"

  Gu Jianlin didn't want to pay attention at all, and pressed the palm burning with the fire of the sacrificial offering to the top of his head with his backhand.

  The fire of the **** sacrifice suddenly roared.

  Boom!

  The clown's highly distorted body burned up, burning him like a sun-like sacrificial fire, and the remaining vitality was swallowed up in an instant, and fed back to the natural world.

  Amid desperation and pain, he realized that what he awakened was beyond the reach of human beings!

  In the face of the transcendent power of the ancient gods, a distortion like his is just a ridiculous ant.

   "The power of the ancient gods, you actually have the power of the ancient gods."

  The clown wailed hoarsely, his blood-red eyes gradually became deathly, and he murmured, "Even so, you can't kill me... Yes, you can't kill me. If you dare to kill me, that lord will definitely..."

   There was a click.

  His throat was crushed.

   "Shut up."

  Gu Jianlin stepped on his feet, and said lightly: "If there is someone behind you, I will find him as soon as possible and let him go down with you."

  Just for a moment, the clown was submerged by the golden sun fire, his pupils dilated suddenly, as if he was dying.

  Gu Jianlin felt a chaotic and profound life force feeding back to him, which was fully absorbed by the ancient deified body, and condensed into a slightly mixed drop of golden blood in his heart.

I see.

  He understood, this is the blood of the ancient god.

   No wonder, Gu Jianlin tried to squeeze out some blood before, but only ordinary blood came out.

  Now it seems that most of them need to devour the vitality of these fallen people before they can be produced.

   Very good, finally found a way.

   In the future, the blood of the ancient gods can be produced in batches.

  Gu Jianlin looked down at the monster swallowed by the golden flame.

  With the sacrifice of life, the clown's highly deformed body is also degrading.

  Gu Jianlin's eyes were indifferent, and then he seemed to think of something, and raised the requiem bell to arouse spirituality.

  Mythical Armament, Requiem Bell.

  —Liberation!

  The requiem bell roared like an ancient bell again, releasing a black halo.

  The terrifying sound waves cascaded and spread, sweeping out like a tsunami.

  The clown's soul was instantly shattered, pulled and swallowed by the pitch-black halo.

   Only a broken, unrepentant corpse remained.

   "Goodbye, see my father and say hello to me."

  Gu Jianlin glanced at the requiem bell in his hand, as if he saw a broken soul through the bell.

  According to the clown, the Requiem Bell has the effect of enslaving souls.

  You can use this to torture and ask who is behind the scenes.

   At the same time, he felt a sharp pain coming from his body, as if he was about to collapse.

  The black unicorn in the depths of his consciousness is also crumbling.

  Gu Jianlin understood that it was because his body could not bear the power of the ancient **** for the time being.

   "The soul in the Requiem Bell is not only related to the clown, but also the secret that can make me a **** of the ancients. I can't give it to others. I have to take the lock of non-existence and use its concealment effect to hide it..."

  Gu Jianlin took advantage of the power in his body to jump down from the hole that was blown through on the second floor.

  Because the clown is dead, the enchantment of the lock of inexistence is crumbling.

  Gu Jianlin raised his hand, grabbed a silver-white chain, and forcibly injected spirituality.

  Boom!

  The remaining spirituality in the Unexisting Lock was wiped out and turned into a silver-white bracelet that wrapped around his body.

   At this moment, Gu Jianlin felt that he had burned to the end, and there was a sound of collapse in his mind. All the characteristics that belonged to Qilin were fading, and his body hurt as if being torn apart.

  He fell to his knees, as if every cell in his body was screaming, his spirituality was completely exhausted, and he had a splitting headache.

   Deep in consciousness.

  The black unicorn collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

  The young man in the white sacrificial attire woke up again and took the leading position.

"very good."

  Even though the pain was so painful that he almost fainted, Gu Jianlin raised his trembling hands, tied the lock of non-existence to the requiem bell, and then wrapped it around his wrist like a bracelet.

  The sense of existence of the two mythical weapons gradually disappeared.

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   After an unknown amount of time, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open again, and outside was a helicopter hovering in mid-air.

  In the cabin, the white-haired girl stood in the shadows, silent.

  Deacon Nie and his subordinates stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, with extremely dignified expressions.

   "Don't worry, go in."

  Lu Zijin yawned lazily: "With me here, everything is easy to talk about."

  Members of the medical team carried stretchers and filed in. Seeing the unconscious investigators all over the floor, they began to rescue them.

   "Vital signs detected."

   "No life threatening."

   "Request the injection of life essence."

  A woman in a white coat followed behind, with her hands in her pockets.

  This woman has a naturally charming face, embellished with enchanting and charming makeup, and her big waterfall-like waves are dyed light brown.

  Even wearing a white coat, it is difficult to conceal the embossed figure. Under the black skirt, there are a pair of slender and plump legs, and black shiny high-heeled shoes on the feet.

   "Doctor Lin, I'm in trouble."

  Deacon Nie said in a deep voice.

  Lin Wanqiu smiled: "Don't worry, we are very good at this kind of thing."

  At this time, a member of the trial court fumbled for the light in the cafeteria and turned it on.

   There was a snap.

  White lights come on, illuminating the hall.

   At this moment, everyone was silent.

  Because in the hall, there are all comatose action team commissioners everywhere, and only one person is still awake.

   It was a blood-stained teenager, sitting on the only intact chair in the ruins.

   At his feet, there was a dead body.

   "I don't intend to offend, but your operation team commissioner is not as good as a bait."

   With a light kick, Gu Jianlin turned the corpse under his feet over, revealing the face frozen in fear.

   "Sorry, the son of the fallen has completed the assessment."

  (end of this chapter)